...the charge before us. Referring to the days of his early youth, he says: — " For Nature then . . . To me was all in all. I cannot paint What then I was....had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrow'd from the eye. That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more,...

...fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart. Ibid. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm By thoughts supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. ibid. But hearing oftentimes The still,...

...metaphor, a buried yet unmistakable reminder of the way things work by the sober light of common day: I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye. ("Tintern Abbey," lines 75-83) For loss of this exalted sensibility,...

...of things. (1. 46-50) 32 the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, (1. 53—54) 33 d ^ N^ E B / 1 cڨL M vwچ0 K 5 i $ fHxBnc 4 ` (1. 77—84) 34 The still, sad music of humanity, (1. 92) 35 something far more deeply interfused....

...is no immature, ocular, unthinking union with nature described in this passage from "Tintern Abbey": The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the...supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye. (77-84) The autobiographical writing in such poems as "Tintern Abbey" and The Prelude shows the poet...

...like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, 70 Wherever nature led: more like a man Flying from something...wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me 80 An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor...

...pleasure of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by,) To me was all in all.—I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not...

...pleasures of my boyish days. And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — 1 cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract...were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 8n That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye....

...coloured by the cloudless moon. (Was It For This, 127-31) As in the beautiful lines of Tintern Abbey — The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the...colours and their forms were then to me An appetite ... (11.77-81) - Wordsworth looks back to a period when landscape had been experienced in and for itself:...

...-* ^A'd iheirgjad animal movements all gnne by) _j To me was all in all - I cannot paml Whal ihen 1 was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion;...had no need of a remoter charm. By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from thc_eve. --That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more....